Last night I dreamt that instead of having my dear Charlie baby, I had quintuplets instead. When I went to work, Kathryn kept asking if I was okay, seeing I was visibly shaken, and I didn't know what to say. No one would believe me, and all 5 babies were boys, and I was totally overwhelmed. I woke up unable to sleep, which isn't new these days, and then I annoyed Justin until he couldn't sleep. But then I was very teary and emotional that he was annoyed by me, when he took the day off yesterday for chlorine in his nose from swimming, when I have legitimate baby-related insomnia and would like a little back rub or somein somein.
Anyways, this morning is shaping up to a morning of strange nostalgia, like spring memories, memories of reffing basketball, of vacation time...all sorts of fluffy good things. I'm hoping it's my mommy brain finally kicking in to give me good vibes.
I should record the last books I've read, since it's my number one hobby these days. I read Hunger Games, wasn't too impressed. The Book of Negroes was fantastic and enthralling, and then Lullabies for Little Children, which I read quickly, but I'm not sure if that was due to it's virtue or my own need for extreme distraction right now. It was a good read about Montreal at least (oh, now I'm all warm and fuzzy for montreal too!).
The whole swimming thing went really well considering I had so many objections to the idea of it. I can still swim quite well, and would have got a good workout if it wasn't for Justin's stop-starts and the busy lane. But overall I'm glad i took it easy and yes, I looked adorable, or grotesque, in my bikini.
We are taking photos this Sunday which is exciting, and the forecast is for like 10C, so I can't complain.
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